Homage to our god, the act of killing bears us Closer to his grace, beyond the void of darkness Every drop of blood, a chance to deify us Bring us to our Lord, our killings transcending Convictions of violence pure, unrelenting Devotion drips from my

Cobras Fumantes, eterna é sua vitória Rise from the blood of your heroes You, were the ones who refused to surrender The three rather died than to flee Know that your memory Will be sung for a century We remember, no surrender Heroes of our century Far,

Thus Avaricum burns Under a dead sky Avaricum drowns In blood and demise Scorched earth we left A barren land of ash Our fatherland laid waste

We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums

'Cause you and tequila make me crazy Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the Canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

We say we can when they say we can't See what it is when they see what it ain't With blood, sweat, and tears and a new coat of paint We're just a sinner's choir singin' a song for the saints Long before a boat anchored the harbour Long before steel drums

Lalalala-la-la In cold blood Crying zeros and I'm hearing 111s Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer Mister Caspian's killer told me so Heard it now on the radio Lalalala-lalala

I'm gonna change you like a remix Then I'll raise you like a phoenix Put on your war paint Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out? Wearing our vintage misery No, I think it looked a little better on me The war is won, before it's

Do you wanna be a friend of mine? Amy don't you go I want you around Singin' woah, please don't go Is your heart singing out of tune Dirty records from another time Some blood stains on your shoes Amy please don't go Are your eyes just singing the blues

His body and blood Sharing in common Serving Messiah ooh Serving Messiah Receive, consume This grave hill stinks of death A reek from the ground Catches whiff of the hound